This desire does not far so meet the mount as I stole the wail from the weeping bush
This mount casts nets out in to the open
dullness
which is rubbed over with a sore lung shield,
Out fish the hook, in strew the stunt.
the twisting washed his bare feet naked
to the heels to did warp.
I prepare the gates and
and make the might not reap
this soak is waiting
the taste clears
this mire is fortune
wet.
push out push in
flesh is
delicate
swarms out and grows.
perpetual as the heart sinks not
the mouth with holds its gaze
the trimmer wails out to bestow
the temper in my body lays
unstill
tulip is the colour rose
unsleep
the sleepless
caste.
dare thru
the water listing
particles
lureing is the bees that stings to bare the borrowed grieves
her hat is raw
bliss
the charred cat
itches
orange me
sore me
flutters in the out caine lifts its waste, this waste lifts
pass this
taps
the storm
the like breaks
out and mates.
bust
mates
the wall.
sucks
through his
groves and pushes out
like loss.
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